Matthew(i)
6 The wynde goeth towarde the South, & fetcheth hys compasse about vnto the North, & so turneth into him self agayn.
7 All floudes runne into the sea, & yet the sea is not filled: for loke vnto what place the waters runne, thence they come agayn.
8 All thinges are so harde, that no man can expresse them. The eye is not satisfied with sight, the eare is not filled with hearing.
9 The thing that hath bene cometh to passe agayn: & the thing that hath bene done, is done agayn, there is no new thyng vnder the Sunne.